My awesome friend always bakes fancy things. Today was Apple Pie Pops. That’s right people, Apple Pie on a stick. They were delicious and portable. Best idea ever, I say. I’m now trying to convince her to do other various pies on sticks. I’m hoping for pumpkin!!
Apparently in Nova Scotia, they serve some kind of seasonal sandwich called The McLobster. I thought the McRib was disgusting but this just takes the cake. Everything out here is very much about fish…
Yes folks, that’s right…there are still a plethora of things on my list of weird food quirks. Today’s shameful admission is food textures. The kinds of food I will eat is severely dictated by the texture of said foods.
For example, I freaking love bananas. The flavour of them is delicious, the smell is intoxicating and I desperately would love to be able to eat one. However, I simply cannot. For some reason, the texture of bananas makes me gag and I can’t swallow them without choking. So I must appease my cravings with banana flavoured things instead. Banana bread and muffins are the best, banana flavoured suckers come in a close second and recently, I have discovered banana flavoured Arrowroot cookies. Delicious.
Pudding goes in the same category as bananas. The goopy texture makes me gag and I can’t swallow it. Jell-O, however, I’m all over. I love Jell-O in all it’s delicious flavours.
I also don’t think food should be liquidy. This is a problem for the consumption of soup and soup-like products. I have, however, come up with different methods of making these foods less soup-like. For example, with actual soup, the solution is simple. LOTS of crackers. So much that it then becomes soup-flavoured mush. With things like stew, the solution is a lovely loaf of french or italian bread. We always called it fancy bread and Mom would buy it special whenever she made stew or potato soup so we could all dip it in the soup juice (yes, I call it soup juice). This solved the problem nicely as it would soak up the juice and leave me with the delicious and flavourful filling (noodles, veggies, meat, etc…).
Something I absolutely hate is food that mixes textures. If the main part of a dish is a certain texture, I can’t stand biting into it and finding another texture hidden inside. I detest when there are crunchy things inside a pasta dish. So I put things like mushrooms and chicken into my pasta and if I end up somewhere that has crunchy veggies in it, I pick them out and eat them separately.
I will say that the boyfriend has slowly gotten me to like a little bit of cut up celery in my tuna sandwiches and I’ll eat lettuce on a burger now, but that’s as far as he has progressed in that area of trying to change my eating habits. It’s a slow process but I think he’s determined to widen my horizons. I, however, am perfectly happy with my narrow view of food consumption.
Now, I know that technically, dishes and utensils aren’t food and some people would argue that having quirks regarding said objects doesn’t count as a food quirk. However, this is my blog and I’ll write however I please. I feel that these objects are the main conveyance of my food and therefore, play an important role in it’s consumption.
Alright, first up…bowls. I like bowls for the simple reason that I am less likely to shoot my food across the table when it is contained inside a bowl. This does not mean that I eat things like steak or turkey dinner in a bowl, but I do prefer more than just soup to be served in one. For instance, I always eat my pasta in a bowl. Many a noodle has flown off a plate, flung accidentally at the unfortunate people sitting around me. Bowls are safe…they keep your clothing stain free. Spaghetti sauce is not your shirt’s best friend. This has caused a few tiny arguments between the boyfriend and I, as he is a plate pasta person but likes us to eat on the same type of dish. I don’t know the reason, I’ve never asked. Despite his many attempts, I refuse to give up my bowl-ish ways and he always begrudgingly serves my pasta in one while he loads up his plate.
There are degrees to bowls as well. Some are just better than others for the more liquid like foods. For instance, soup should never be served in one of those shallow bowls with the wide brims. They need to be served in what my mother refers to as “cereal bowls”. Which are deeper and have no lip. They are just all kinds of bowl. Which is why I call them “bowly bowls”. Much to my family’s utter confusion when I request one from the cupboard.
Moving on to utensils, I have one thing that I really dig my heels in about. We have one fork out of all of our forks that I like. Only one. It’s the best fork in the entire house and I refuse to eat with anything else if I can help it. It’s just so much better fork-wise than all the others. It has the perfect length of prongs, they’re nice and narrow and I like the pattern on the handle because it doesn’t have rough edges that bother me when I hold it. The problem is, the boyfriend also likes this fork. I don’t know what his reasoning is, but I suspect it is the same as mine. So I grab this much sought after fork at the beginning of meal preparation and I hide it until it’s time to eat. If he takes it, I steal it off his plate. If it’s dirty in the sink, I will wash that one single fork rather than take a clean one from the drawer.
BEST FORK EVER!!!
Cups. In our house, there are many different kinds. Coffee, beer pint, small, large, plastic, glass…there are a lot to choose from. I have a few of my favourites, I’m not as particular about them as I am about the other dishes, however, there are ones that I will not use. Thick glass cups are on the banned list for me. They’re too heavy and big and cumbersome and no one should have to go through so much effort just to have a drink. I don’t like coffee cups that slant. I like the perfectly cylindrical ones that go straight up and down. This is a safety issue. Over there years, I have discovered that I spill hot coffee on myself far more often from a slanted cup than from a cylindrical one.
A visual warning of the danger of slanted coffee cups.
So that’s pretty much it. There are other small things here and there. I have my favourite bowl for popcorn or the one cookie sheet I like to use, but everyone has that. I don’t like being served in a restaurant on plates that aren’t normally shaped because then I can’t figure out the best way to position my dish before I eat and this causes a little bit of panic, but not so much that I’ve ever freaked out in a restaurant…yet.
A friend of mine encouraged me to share with all of you, my weird food habits and quirks. Of these, there are many. Some of them have developed since I was a small child, some have changed over the years and some are just weird.
Today we start with eating one item of food at a time. I don’t mean just grabbing one thing to eat, I’m talking about when you have a variety of food on your plate. I will eat one item until it is finished. Then I will select the next item and consume it in its entirety, before doing the same thing with the next until I have consumed the last one.
I don’t know when this started, but it’s been a long time and I don’t remember when I didn’t do it. I noticed it with Chinese food first, always eating the veggies first, then the chicken and finally, the delicious noodles.
I thought it was just the Chinese food, but then I noticed that when I eat McDonalds, I have to have the fries first and then the burger. I tried to mix it up once and it felt all wrong and I couldn’t do it. Thanksgiving/Christmas dinner is the same. A plate full of different items, all of them eaten one at a time, saving the stuffing for last.
A handy diagram of explanation
There are many possible explanations for this. It could be that I don’t like to mix textures of food. However, this doesn’t account for the fact that I love stew and it has many different items in it, though I do notice that I will only eat one item on the spoon at a time. It could be that I don’t want to keep screwing up the flavours I have in my mouth. If I eat one thing at a time, I can enjoy it before I move on to the next. The most likely reason, however, is that I tend to eat my least liked food item first and finish with my favourite. I usually consume any vegetables before I move onto the meat portion and end with the potato/starch item (this does get switched around depending on the specific items…bacon is consumed last). If fried mushrooms are accompanying the meal, they are the final item consumed because they’re just so damn yummy.
This may seem weird to all of you, but I will say, this is just the beginning. As with my food, I have started with the least weird and will finish with the ultimate bizarre food quirk that I have…olives.
The boyfriend recently wrote a Facebook note about our experiences in our local restaurants. We’re constantly on the lookout for a restaurant we both like and can visit often when we’re feeling peckish but it seems in our town, we’re cursed to really only find ones that are very average or horrible. I’m accepting of our city’s failure to provide delicious food at decent prices but the boyfriend is not. The following is his take on the restaurants we’ve visited in the last couple of years. Here and there I’ve inserted my own comments in bold when I felt it was necessary.
Is it really that hard to find a restaurant in London that is truly exceptional? Apparently so… here’s my restaurant review roundup:
NOTE: I’ve starred my personal favourites.
Archies Fish & Chips
Archies is your average fish & chips place. The food is generally good, but not exceptional. It has a friendly relaxed (casual) atmosphere.
We did the breakfast buffet on a Sunday once and it was the strangest thing to have fish products included in a breakfast buffet. However, it was surprisingly delicious.
Bernie’s Bar & Grill
Decent bar & grill.
I will say that Bernie’s has a really good spinach and artichoke dip and their potato skins are marvelous.
Big City Diner (Big City Bistro)
Located where East Town pizza use to be is a steaming pile of a restaurant which I have no idea how they stay in business.
This place was awful. I ordered a hamburger and sweet potato fries and the burger was dry and small and there were about twelve sweet potato fries. This lovely little (and I stress LITTLE) cost me $15.
**Coras
Amazing delicious breakfasts served with fresh fruit.
I freaking love Cora’s. Their Eggs Benadictine is phenomenal and their breakfast potatoes are so tasty smothered in white cheddar, onions and ketchup. It is a little pricey but considering the quality of the food, the atmosphere and the very friendly staff, it’s totally recommended. I agree with the boyfriend. Our server from the first visit recognized us on the return trip and commented how nice our comment card was. This place it totally awesome.
Crabby Joe’s
Your average bar & grill. Generally does not disappoint, but occasionally screws up royally.
I have eaten several things off the menu and my favourite thus far is the spinach and artichoke dip. It’s delicious and always nice and hot. Boyfriend is right, depending on when you go and how busy it is, the service can really suck, however. Waiting forever for cheese fries that have way less than the one you ordered last time is kind of a bummer.
East Side Mario’s
Hey badda-boom-badda-meh!
I kind of have a little soft spot for East Side’s because I worked there as a host for a year when I was in school. I had great times with fun people, and I definitely had my favourite dishes to eat (Mario’s potatoes…mmmmmm). However, having gone back since and seeing that they changed the menu and the way they prepare some of my fave foods, I haven’t been back since then. I think it’s become a nostalgia place.
Golden Griddle
Relaxed casual atmosphere, attentive friendly waiters, large portions, breakfast buffet.
I like this place, but honestly, it’s on the other side of town and we can get to Cora’s much faster when we have a hankering for breakfast food. Mmmm….breakfast food…
Jack Astor’s
Yet another average bar & grill.
This place is one of my personal favourites to actually visit with my friends from work at lunch for their lunch specials. They’re so damn good…especially with a beer.
**The Keg
Quality steak, pricey but delicious.
The Keg rocks…that is all.
Kelsey’s
The epitome of mediocre. If you love bland & average you’ll love Kelseys.
I used to be a total spaz for the balssalmic chicken penne…but again, they changed the recipe and now i just don’t care. I also rate it a meh.
Mandarin Chinese Buffet
For the cost to get in, I’d expect food with flavor!
Nuts to the boyfriend, I love this place. Of course, he always says I like bland food. Personally I think he only likes food that so hot he can’t really taste the food.
Montana’s Cookhouse
Average American style cuisine (Steaks, Burgers, etc.).
Boo, they removed the Jack Daniel’s glazed salmon from the menu. I disapprove. Also, the moose and deer heads from the commercials kind of creep me out. Though we went there for a work birthday once and the birthday girl had to wear giant moose antlers while they sang…so that was pretty awesome.
A happy birthday was had indeed
Milestones
Fancy restaurant, popular, expensive at least the food was good.
Freaking expensive and a little too trendy for my tastes, but the food was delicious. We didn’t have to wait very long with the beeper, it was not a travesty of epic proportions in the least. I had a gift card from work for Administrative Professional’s Day, so that’s why we tried it out.
Smoke N Bones
Southern style chicken & ribs cooked in a smoker.
I don’t like spicy food…at all. I don’t really like southern cooking and they were out of ribs. So this pretty much sucked for me.
Smoke’s Poutinerie
All poutine, all the time.
Contrary to popular belief, bacon does not make all things better. I thought I was going to throw up after about six bites of this. I gave all my bacon to the boyfriend and I still didn’t really enjoy the poutine.
Spaghetti Eddie’s
It’s pasta, what more do you expect!?
Boyfriend is right, pasta is pasta and if you’re going to specialize in it, it should be better than this was. It was too expensive for what we got.
**The Symposium Cafe
Relaxed environment (comfy chairs!), friendly attentive service, high quality yummy food.
I loved this place. Their desserts are amazing….I had the cheesecake and it was so delicious.
**Tiger Jacks
Tacky atmosphere, good food with decent prices and good weekly specials. I love the atmosphere. There are stuffed tigers, tiger paintings and all kinds of the same all over the place. On Halloween, they dressed the tigers up. It was awesome.
I love the food here. The prices are decent and I’ve never been disappointed. The ribs were amazing and their ceasar salad is freaking awesome.
So there you have it. We keep trying new places but most of them fail to provide what we’re looking for. Also, I’m not really completely sure what we’re looking for at all, so that really doesn’t help. I think we’re looking for huge helpings of delicious food at prices that don’t kill my bank account. I’m starting to think that this may not really exist. If anyone from around here has any suggestions of where to eat, let me know and we’ll check them out.
I love chocolate covered coffee beans. I love coffee in general but those delicious little beans covered in chocolate are a treasured item that I only get once in a while. One bag of them at Rocky Mountain Chocolate Factory costs almost $10. So you can imagine that I hoard these delicious little beans whenever I get my hands on them.
Someone bought me a bag of them a few years ago and I took them to work, keeping myself caffeinated throughout the week and thoroughly enjoying my gift. Then Friday rolled around and I pondered taking my treat home but decided against it, twisting the bag closed and leaving them on my desk.
I don’t remember what my weekend was like at all, I suppose it was probably your average weekend. I’m sure television was watched, I probably ate some food, I might have gone to a movie. This is beside the point. The focus of this post is what happened on Monday morning.
I arrived at work and was the first one on my floor. I put my purse down, I grabbed a coffee, I did the general morning routine. Then I went to boot up my computer. I frowned because something was off…askew if you will. I concentrated on my desk for a bit before I noticed that there were bits of coffee beans all over the chair and the floor and there were little, chocolate footprints across my desk and the scanner I worked with every day. Upon further investigation, I discovered the remains of the plastic bag they had once been contained in on the floor.
I was still standing there in confusion, knowing the footprints were too big for a mouse, when a co-worker arrived and suddenly commented that something had eaten half the apple she’d left on her desk.
The Half Eaten Apple
We both stood there pondering the situation until we heard a sound that lead to the revelation of the entire situation. Another coworker had arrived and discovered the culprit. A squirrel had somehow made it in through the attic. It had quite the time over the weekend…more memorable than me apparently. He ate a little apple and scurried around and the little bastard found my precious chocolate covered coffee beans and nibbled them all up. He devoured the deliciousness and partied by himself all weekend.
As sometimes might happen, the squirrel partied a little too hard. The coffee beans were too much for his little body and we found him on a spare desk chair, having tried to get out of the window and given up, passing away on someone’s empty laptop bag. It was rather a sad scene. We disposed of the little guy and from then on, I always put snacks away in the drawer overnight…just in case.
Also, never feed a squirrel chocolate covered coffee beans. Just don’t do it.
The scene of the crime
So here in Canada, we tend to get all the new and interesting fast food experiments later than our neighbours to the south. So when they announced KFC’s Double Down last year or so, the boyfriend was terribly excited and hopping about the house at the thought that he would get to try one. I quickly pointed out that it was an American channel we were watching and most likely, we would not be getting it in Canada. At least not until later on. He made a sad and pouty face and whined a bit about how unfair that was, but quickly forgot about it. That is, until recently when they actually brought it up here, just in case we Canucks wanted to add a layer of plaque to our arteries.
He’d been bugging for a while for us to stop at KFC so he could try it, so the other night, while we were out for an entirely different matter, I pulled into the parking lot of a KFC/Taco Bell combo (one of my most hated restaurants in the city, since I don’t eat Taco Bell and I can barely stomach KFC) and said, “Alright, now you can try this stupid thing and stop bugging me about it.”
So we approached the counter and I got my usual popcorn chicken mini combo and he got the double down meal. What follows is a description of the process of eating this bizarre concoction.
The container that houses the Double Down
So this is what the “sandwich” came in (for those of you that understand, I apologize for my quote marks, it was necessary). Seems harmless so far, a normal fast food container with a challenging sticker to entice those who are wary to eat what it inside.
The actual Double Down Sandwich
Yes, you’re seeing this correctly. It’s a sandwich made of two breaded chicken breasts for the bun with bacon, sauce and cheese in the middle. This thing was dripping with grease and smelled…interesting.
The boyfriend digging in for the first bite
Looking at this picture is reminding me how nauseous I felt after this entire experience. This is the boyfriend chowing down on his first bite. Notice the way he gingerly holds the sandwich with his fingers. This is because it was so greasy, you didn’t want to touch the stupid thing. When he was halfway finished, he told me that I should have a bite as well, just so I could be objective when I wrote this blog post. So I had one and it was awful. I hated every second of chewing that one bite. It was greasy and soggy and the taste was like the classic KFC spices (which I’m not a fan of anyway) mixed with something else that I also did not enjoy. Much sippage of Sprite was had after that one bite and I still regret it more than a week later. I’m feeling sick just thinking about it.
The boyfriend's napkin, yes, it's see through now
The finished product, a box of grease
So this was the result of something new and awesome being brought to our nation. A see through napkin, a box of grease and a nauseous feeling that persists today. I don’t understand the desire to eat all this stuff that keeps popping up everywhere. To me, it’s simply disgusting. Why would you want to do this to yourself when you know it’s going to make you feel like you ate a bucket of lard afterward? When we were at our local fair this year, I asked myself the same question upon seeing the following sign:
Deep fried death
Yes, that’s right folks. Four selections of deep fried death, for your consumption and ultimate coronary. The Deep Fried Mars Bar had been around forever so that wasn’t so shocking and I’d seen Chocolate Covered Bacon at the fair last year and lodged my formal complaint of the tainting of bacon. The Twinkie Log was a new one but I don’t like Twinkies so I didn’t care but the other one…Deep Fried Butter. It’s so wrong and illogical. I don’t understand how someone one day decided to deep fry something that we use to fry food in. Seriously…where is the logic to something like that? All I know is that I’m not ever trying these things and if the boyfriend had wanted Deep Fried Butter at the fair, I might have smacked him.
So Friday night, I did a post about my nervousness in regard to my ability to actually cook a full Thanksgiving dinner for myself, the boyfriend, and our friend Shawn on Saturday. Usually, I have things a little easier because of the pre-stuffed Butterball turkey I love to get, but the store was sold out and I had to get a fresh turkey that would require stuffing my yours truly. At first, I decided that I wouldn’t stuff it and just cook a bunch of boxes of stove top because I didn’t want to have to bother to cut up the bread into tiny square, season it and then spend my time shoving it into the nether end of a turkey. However, I read the Stovetop box and discovered that you can stuff a turkey with it, which made things a little easier. So the decision was made to actually attempt stuffing the turkey. What follows is a timeline of the journey I embarked upon to get dinner ready.
10:30 – I got up around this time and spent a while playing some World of Warcraft and watching a few episodes of Invader Zim on Netflix as I didn’t actually have to start the turkey cooking until about 1:00 for it to be done around 5:00. I also did the dishes (two whole loads by hand as we have no dishwasher) and ate some Lucky Charms, breakfast of champions…screw Wheaties.
12:30 – Started cooking the 4 boxes of turkey flavoured Stovetop to then be inserted into the nether regions of the turkey. I certainly hope these poor creatures aren’t aware of what we do to them after the axe falls.
12:50 – The stuffing was cool enough to insert into the disgusting, raw, squidgy turkey. I opened the turkey and found the giblets bag (eeeww….straight into the garbage) and a long, meaty, tube-like object which confused the hell out of me and the boyfriend and I pondered whether or not it was the turkey’s fun bits but after talking to my mother about other turkey related questions, she informed me it was actually the neck. This joined the giblets in the garbage and I found myself wondering why the turkey packaging people would bother to remove the neck of the bird and then shove it in the other end for me to find and be confused about. Anyway, I stuffed the bird using a kitchen ladle so my hand did not have to enter the actual turkey (we all remember how well this worked out for Mr. Bean, and packed it all in there nicely, rubbing oil onto the skin of the turkey (let me tell you, massaging olive oil into a raw turkey is revolting) and put it in the pan with water in the bottom, covering the whole thing with tinfoil and placing it into the oven at 1:02
2:18 – So, remembering to baste the turkey every half an hour is going to be a pain in the ass. I don’t remember things like that, I’m too distracted by playing WoW and watching Invader Zim with the boyfriend….sigh…I have missed one basting so far, but I have managed to rewash all the dishes I used in preparing the bird for oven insertion.
2:40 – The turkey has basted for a second time and is starting to brown nicely. Also, things aren’t burning, so that’s always good. I now have to wash the pot I cooked the stove top in because I need it for potatoes. I’m going to hate this more than the raw turkey massage…peeling potatoes is my most hated cooking chore.
3:15 – We had a slight (and disgusting) disaster with the potato preparation. Don’t worry, the potatoes themselves are fine, in case you were panicking about that. However, there was a major detour on the road to having them peeled, cut and in a pot of water for future boiling. I pulled out the under the sink garbage to peel them into and discovered a multitude of dead larva from some kind of bug stuck all over the underside of the garbage pail lid and in the garbage as well (eeew…this was not a pleasant find). This required a clean up and sanitation before I could proceed with the potato preparation.
4:17 – The turkey has been basted once more, the squash is in the oven with butter and brown sugar slowly seeping into it and making it deliciously sweet, and the potatoes are now on to boil…I have no idea if the timing is right on all these foods, but we shall certainly find out later when they all start to be finished. Potentially, we will have to microwave some of the food while the others are finishing. This is not an uncommon occurrence in the kitchen when I am cooking more than one thing at a time. The boyfriend is used to it by now.
4:50 – I’m freaking hungry and this turkey smells good. The lucky charms and coffee I consumed so far today are doing nothing to keep me from wanting to tear into all the food right now and leave the others to fend for themselves.
5:02 – Problem, I went to check on things and discovered that when last I took the squash out to baste the sides with the butter/brown sugar mix, I forgot to put it back into the oven. Let’s hope this doesn’t ruin the squash because I’m looking forward to it.
5:55 – The turkey is now finished, the little meat thermometer tells me it won’t kill us to eat it and I have removed the roasting pan from the oven. However, we have run into a small problem. The little metal rack that keeps the turkey from cooking to the bottom of the pan has handles that I’m suppose to leave up along the sides of the pan for easy turkey removal. I did not do this. They are folded nicely under the turkey with the rest of the rack and I have no means of removing the turkey from the pan to get the juices to make the gravy.
5:59 – Solution to the problem – I got BBQ tongs from the drawer, pulled the legs and wings off the turkey and put them on the platter before I used a giant spoon to remove the stuffing and put it in a pot. I then just used the tongs, inserted them into the gaping turkey cavity and lifted the dismembered bird from the pan, allowing me to make the gravy.
6:10 – The boyfriend pointed out that I had forgotten to make the Pillsbury Crescent Rolls. He kindly volunteered to do that for me when I went into a panic and started running around the kitchen screaming about too many food components for three people.
6:20 – Everything is finished, and we are able to finally sit down and eat our lovely Thanksgiving dinner. I’m happy to announce that nothing was burned, no one was poisoned and there will be enough leftovers to feed us for a freaking week because this was way too much food for three people.
The dismembered turkey after creative removal from the roasting pan
Peep decided that he was going to have some turkey too...I got up to get a drink and came back to find this.
Well friends, as discovered in a previous post, I’m not exactly a chef extraordinaire. I have things that I make and I definitely kick their metaphorical butts, but sometimes, when venturing outside the realm of my comfort zone of food preparation, things can go a little astray. I only bring this up because tomorrow, the boyfriend and I are going to be having a little Thanksgiving dinner here at our house, just us and another friend. This may not sound like too big of a deal, and usually it wouldn’t be, but disaster struck at the grocery store today when I stopped after work to buy the actual turkey. They were out of Butterball, pre-stuffed, self basting, cook from frozen turkeys.
Now, a little background on the need for this particular kind of turkey, they’re very user friendly. It’s not that I don’t have the potential to be able to work with a normal turkey, stuffing all that bread up it’s hind end and basting it myself, it’s just that when it comes to cooking a large meal with lots of components, with the main part of it taking HOURS to cook, I need something that can handle the fact that I’m easily distracted and likely to wander away and forget the stupid thing is in there.
For the last two Thanksgivings, Butterball has saved my butt in this respect because the boyfriend and myself split all the other food chores in half and the turkey sat in the oven, happy as a bug that escaped the big squish, cooking away with no intentions of sucking up all my attention. I only had to check on it once in a while and possibly use the baster thing to pour some liquid over it and keep it from drying out. Butterball is a happy, self-sufficient turkey.
I love this turkey...made just for the absent-minded cook!!
Because of the lack of the desired type of turkey, I searched around for a while before I finally chose a fresh one so I would at least not have to defrost the stupid thing overnight, and put it in the sink of water like my mother always did and still have it be partially frozen because it NEVER FREAKING DEFROSTS!
This is the point in the shopping trip at which I cursed The Real Canadian Superstore for their lack of hand sanitizer in the meat section as one of the fresh turkeys somewhere had leaked disgusting turkey blood all over the rest of them and now they were all covered with it. So then I had to spend the rest of my shopping trip selecting things without touching them…no easy task. Luckily, the nice girl at checkout had some sanitizer at her station and the problem was solved.
So, stay tuned for an update on whether or not the turkey joints the ranks of The Doom Cake and Pizzapocalypse or if it turns out to be a delicious Thanksgiving dinner for all.
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